Wednesday, January 28, 2009

flight of fancy

-Attending the older ladies' Bible study and being given earl grey tea, homemade scones and biscuits. Our hostess circled the room no less than four times offering more and more treats...it rivaled Southern hospitality!

-Jill sending me a lovely purse that belonged to her Mother. It was so thoughful to receive something with such history (and style!). Thanks so much, Jill!

-About a week ago, I emailed some seminary friends, dreaming of meeting up at Jessi's lakehouse in Georgia for the weekend. What began as a flight of fancy turned into reality: it seems that four of them will be in or around New York at the end of April for a conference and Jessi can get there easily enough. I was able to take a week off of work around the bank holiday weekend in May, and yesterday I found a great deal on a flight direct (oh, the joy!) from Belfast to Newark. My friends Sarah and Chris live in Princeton, NJ--just a bus from the Newark airport and an hour-long train to NYC--and we're all going to have a big slumber party there for the week. It's going to be wonderful to catch up with my best friends, be uber-touristy in NYC and just relax.

Whitney, what a lovely beaded bag, and I have its twin--mine has a sweet little beaded strap across the back, just right to slip your hand into when you carry it. It belonged to your great-grandmother, and I love it . . . Mother

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and the pain of it no less than in the excitement and the gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy, hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.“